After her explosive destruction of the Dwarves, Emily floated casually around town, not really seeing anything she could lend her aid to. The mopping up was going down quite nicely now, so she let her mind go inward, to chat.
'So, riddle of Spitfire. Got anything to do with the dwarves? They seem prety dam small, after all' She mentally quipped, to a rather happy shrill from the Kitsune.
'Yes, actually. I knew you where a smart darling when I first saw you' the Kitsune kooed. But, before anything else could be said, a giant bloody demon started wrecking shit. Master didn't tell her not to kill it, and she had never seen it before, so Emily held out both her hands, slightly cupped, and started to create a pure white flame, with the assistance of her other spirits.
'Ohh, that looks shiny' The Kitsune put in, before grinning. 'I got a great idea. Think of it as an enhanced delivery system' she told Emily, before imparting her plan. Emily had to admit, it was a good plan.